Very Bad Girls

by Lauren Chase

  Very Bad Girls

  By Lauren Chase

  Copyright © 2013 by Lauren Chase. All rights reserved.

  This e-book is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogue are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  This e-book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language and may be considered offensive to some readers. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.

  Contents

  Backstage Lovers

  Naughty by Nature

  Party Girl

  Private Dancer

  Sister and Sinner

  Stripped Down

  Backstage Lover

  Pushing through the crowd at a rock concert was hard enough normally, but this time it was nearly impossible. In a big to ensure she got backstage, Lexie had dressed as sexy as possible, and it had worked too well. She barely got a foot towards the stage before a hand smacked her ass or tried to get under her skirt. After that and the extensive pat down she'd gotten from the bouncer, her brilliant idea seemed dumber by the minute.

  Finally, as the throng of people pushed forward as the lights went dark, she managed to wiggle between two drunk guys and made her way to the left side of the stage where Dan, the band's gopher and infamous "hottie spotter" stood. Lexie planted herself right in his line of sight and then pretended to ignore him.

  The requisite shitty local band starter playing and she danced along with the music. Throwing a lot more hips and bounce into her moves was taking a lot of concentration, especially since her tits kept trying to escape the skimpy bikini top she wore under a leather jacket. Calling it a top was overstating it, really. Two small triangles of shiny black fabric barely covered her nipples and were attached to tiny strings that tied around her back and neck. That, combined with the micro-mini skirt, fishnets and high-heeled boots screamed rock slut, but it was worth the embarrassment and groping strangers if she finally got to meet the guys.

  Lexie had attended ten Violent Infatuation shows up and down the East Coast, but she still hadn't managed to get back stage. The band was heading out of the country with the headliners of the tour in a week and this was her last chance. She'd spent the last three gigs checking out who got back there and why, and then did a bunch of research online. It seemed the only sure-fire way to get a pass to the inner-sanctum was to get okayed by the hottie spotter, the lucky guy designated to choose sexy girls to meet the band. And doing that was easier said than done.

  She'd seen tons of really gorgeous girls turned away because they were dressed too boring or trying too hard. So, as she'd planned, she acted like she had no idea anyone was watching. The trick was to get Dan's attention early, and keep it. Once the locals finished their short set, Violent Infatuation would go on. That's when the choices would be made. Dan would bring five girls backstage to welcome the band after they finished. She figured they partied a bit while the headliners played and then went off to whatever after-party celebration was happening. That part was unimportant. All she needed was a couple of minutes to get a picture with the guys and she'd be happy. Happy and the envy of every girl in her sorority. Sure, she'd get teased for going in public with so little clothing and so much makeup, but it didn't matter. She'd have the photo and her memories forever.

  *

  Just as she was getting nervous, the local band left the stage and everything went dark. The crowd erupted with screams as Violent Infatuation's logo appeared on the screen at the back of the stage. Lexie joined them, her plan forgotten for a moment as the band ran on stage. Lights flared and the drummer started beating out the opening to their first hit song. She stared at the lead singer as he slung his guitar over his shoulder and moved forward. Even without opening his mouth the man was mesmerizing.

  Lexie, and everyone else, screamed out the lyrics as he began to sing. She pumped her fist in the air, marveling at how she never tired of watching them play. It was exciting, almost sexual. She'd ended each show exhausted, dripping with sweat and wanting to collapse. Not to mention horny. Each performance was like foreplay, the band churning her insides until she reached a fever pitch and was ready to explode. More than once she'd had to pull over her car on the side of the road to masturbate on the way home, desperate for some way to relieve the delicious tension they'd caused.

  But this time she had to keep sharp. She risked a glance over at Dan and saw he was looking right at her. She smiled and looked away again, still dancing. For the next few songs she just let the music consume her, but about halfway through the set she looked at the hottie spotter again. He was staring and crooking his finger to beckon her over. It took all of her control to stay cool as she made her way to him, casting quick glances up at the stage as she went.

  "What's up," Dan said as soon as she was close enough to hear him.

  "Nothing. You want something?"

  "Maybe." He leaned over and spoke into her ear. "You over eighteen?"

  She laughed. "Of course."

  "Got ID on you?"

  "Yeah."

  "Good. Want to come meet the guys? I saw you were really digging them.

  "I guess. Does that mean I miss the rest of their set?"

  "Nah, you can watch most of it from the wings, but then we'll head to the party room."

  Inside she was jumping for joy, but she still didn't want to make it obvious. "Sure, I guess."

  "Great." He dropped a pass on a chain around her neck and pointed behind him where another guy in a Violent Infatuation t-shirt stood. "Go with Gabe. He'll show you what to do."

  "Cool. Thanks," she replied, but Dan was already on to snagging the next girl. Lexie went over to Gabe and he led her up a short set of stairs and through a doorway. They took two quick turns and she found herself behind the stage with a perfect view of the band, still wailing away.

  While she kept her attention on the stage, she did notice a couple of other girls coming to stand near her over the next couple of songs. And then Gabe reappeared with another woman, older than the rest, but still mostly naked and really hot. Obviously a regular, she had her arm around Gabe's waist and seemed pretty drunk. Her eyes scanned the other women and came to rest on Lexie. She pointed and whispered something into Gabe's ear. He laughed and gestured for her to join them.

  Lexie walked over, reluctant to look away from the show. "Everything okay?"

  "Yeah," Gabe said, grabbing her hand. "Come with us for a minute, please." He smiled at the stricken look on her face and pulled her back down the hallway. "Don't worry, you can catch the rest of the set on a monitor."

  "Okay."

  They walked a maze of tiny corridors through piles of equipment and who knows what else, and then up a stairwell. The other woman kept her arm around Gabe and said nothing.

  The stairs ended and they went through a door that Gabe opened with a keycard. The room inside was well-lit and half-full of people. There were couches and chairs scattered around, and tons of booze everywhere. Most of the people were seated and watching a big screen television on the wall that showed a view of the stage. Some were rushing in and out of doorways that dotted another wall of the room. From their appearance Lexie figured the group was some combination of business people and friends of the band. A couple of the men were wearing suits but everyone else was in casual clothes, but nothing as sexy as what she had on.

  "Is this the party room?"

  Gabe shook his head. "Not yet. It will be later. Right now it's the boring asshole room." He laughed and gestured to the people around the room who ignored him. "See?"

  Lexie laughed. The woman who'd come up with them slipped away, kissing Gabe on the neck and lea
ving a dark mark from her lipstick behind.

  "Okay, let's get to it. You have identification, right?"

  "Yeah."

  "Good. Come with me." He took her hand again and led her through a door, shutting it behind them. They were in a smaller room now, with racks of clothes and a huge mess. There was a small TV. on a counter and a crappy-looking couch. "Okay, let me see your ID and then we'll go over the rules of hanging out with the guys."

  Lexie pulled her ID out of her tiny purse and handed it over. "Okay if I sit?"

  "Of course," Gabe replied as he took the card and examined it. He arched an eyebrow and then shrugged.

  She perched on the edge of the couch and crossed her legs.

  "All right, I see you are of age, so here's how this works," Gabe said, handing back her ID and coming to stand over her. "I'm sure you've heard crazy stories about backstage at rock shows. Pretty much anything can happen, really. That's why you need to be over twenty-one. Now since the guys are really blowing up right now, their management requires a couple of things that might seem weird to you."

  She cocked her head to the side and craned her neck to look into his face. "Such as?"

  He counted off on his fingers. "First, you need to sign a non-disclosure agreement. That means you're not allowed to tell anyone what happens up here, or if you go somewhere after with one or more of the band members. The last thing we want is someone selling a story to the tabloids. It looks good for the guys to party, but not to get out of control. Second, I will go over some requirements for your behavior. If you don't agree to them I'll escort you back downstairs and we're done. Third, no cameras or camera phones. If you've got one hand it over and I'll keep it safe for you. If you want a picture with the band I will take it for you."

  "Um, I guess those are all fine. Anything else?"

  "A couple things, but let's get that form signed first." He went over to the counter and came back with a pile of papers. She traded him that and a pen for her cell phone and signed the last page without reading it. Stupid? Maybe. But she wasn't planning on blabbing about anything so she didn't see a reason to worry. Plus, stupid paperwork wasn't getting in between her and her favorite band. Not after everything she'd done to get there, all the shows she'd paid for and the fake ID It seemed dumb anyway that she couldn't get into the club without one. She was nineteen.

  "All done?"

  "Yup." She handed him the papers and got moved to stand up.

  "Hang on a sec. There's one more thing," Gabe said. He tore a page of the paper and folded it carefully before putting it in his pocket. He tossed the other page, what looked like a carbon copy page onto the floor behind him. He stepped closer until his stomach was level with her face.

  "What?" she asked, starting to get annoyed.

  "If you want to actually meet the guys you gotta help me out with something. If not, no harm no foul I'll take you out the back and you can go."

  "What do you want?"

  His hand slid over the front of his pants and she noticed a bulge there. "Guess."

  "You're fucking kidding."

  "Nope. You want to hang with the guys you gotta pay your dues first. "

  Lexie froze for a moment. Maybe this was some kind of joke. Like she had to pretend to go along. There was no way he actually expected her to blow him. Not with a dozen people right outside the door. Had to be some kind of inside joke. Hell, the non-disclosure agreement was probably fake too. A little way to have fun with the groupies. She was cool, she could play along.

  "Anything to meet the band," she purred. "I've been wanting to for a long time."

  "I know. So get on with it."

  Lexie put her hands on his hips and looked up, waiting for him to laugh or tell her to stop, but he didn't. He just kept staring patiently, waiting for her to do it.

  "Come on, Gabe. Stop messing with me."

  In an instant he grabbed her hair and yanked her up and against his body. "I'm not sure how to be any clearer with you, Lexie James from Rehoboth. Suck. My. Dick." At that he shoved her down on her knees and pushed her face into his crotch. She yelled from the pain on her scalp and shock at his behavior.

  "Now, slut." All of the niceness was gone from his voice. It was cold and serious and terrifying.

  Lexie choked back a scream and whispered, "Okay, just don't hurt me. I'll do it."

  "Less talking more sucking."

  She lifted a trembling hand to his fly and lowered the zipper. It took a bit of work to dig his engorged cock out of the tight jeans, but she managed. After one last glance at his face to confirm he meant her to do it, she pressed the tip to her mouth.

  Gabe groaned and flexed his hips, pushing past her deep-red lips.

  Lexie opened her mouth wider to admit his thick length, hoping this was all just a bad dream or hallucination. But as she tasted the salty flavor of the dick filling her mouth, she knew it was real. Resigned, she let him shove deeper, hoping it would be over quickly.

  "Come on, slut. Don't just sit there. Suck that cock. Show me what a good girl you are and I'll let you go meet the guys. But if you disappoint me I'll keep you locked in this room all night and fuck you raw."

  She sobbed and wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, squeezing as she sucked the head and then lapping at the ridge with her tongue.

  "More. Faster. Take it deeper. All you fucking sluts are the same. Happy to do anything the band tells you but treat me like a pet. Not this time." His voice grew louder and angrier and she got even more scared. This wasn't just horniness. He had some serious rage and was willing to take it out on her.

  Lexie concentrated, trying to remember every blowjob trick she'd ever heard of. She fondled his balls and took his cock deeper into her mouth, pushing until she gagged and then pulling back. She started bobbing up and down on it, desperate to please him, to save herself. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth as he took over, fucking her face hard, his hand still tangled painfully in her hair.

  After a few minutes that felt like an eternity his balls tightened and his dick pulsed. He shoved all the way in her mouth and came, shooting directly down her throat, giving her no choice but to swallow.

  When Gabe was done he pulled his dripping cock from her mouth and pushed her down on the floor. He readjusted his clothes and went over to the door. Before he left he looked back at her briefly. "There's a sink in the corner to clean up. When you're done, come out to the party. I can tell already the boys are gonna love you." With that he left, shutting the door behind him.

  Lexie lay curled in a ball for a while, crying silently. She wanted to run away, get home and take a shower, but she was too mortified to move. Finally, the idea of Gabe coming back again prodded her to motion. She went to the sink and rinsed her mouth out, trying pointlessly to get the taste of Gabe's sperm out of her. She splashed some water on her face and took a deep breath, unsure what to do.

  Through the closed door she could hear muffled sounds of partying. She glanced at the television and sighed. The band must have finished their set and come upstairs. She paced the room for a bit and then noticed the copy of the form she signed, on the floor. She picked it up and read it. Her mouth gaped open. She wasn't a law expert or anything, but she knew it wasn't just a normal non-disclosure. Sure, it said something about the band suing her if she talked about anything they did in her presence, but it also said she agreed to provide "comfort and entertainment" services of the group's choosing. And based on what had just happened with Gabe, she had a pretty good idea what those might be.

  It was kind of funny, in a sick way. Deep down, in a place she didn't admit to herself, she had thought about having sex with one of the guys. She'd imagined what the lead singer's mouth would feel like on hers, how the drummer's hands might play her body like they did his instrument. But those were idle fantasies. She'd only had sex with two guys in her life, and had dated both for over a year first. Contrary to her current wardrobe, Lexie was anything but slut. Some had even called her a prude. But whatev
er she was, she certainly wasn't going to sleep with a total stranger, especially after what had just happened.

  And there was the problem. She'd just sucked Gabe's cock and taken his load down her throat. And he hadn't forced her, not really. She could have refused. But she didn't.

  "Ugh, get it together," she muttered. "There's only one thing to do. Go out there, stay calm and just walk out the door. There's a room full of people. No one's going to do anything. There are probably a hundred girls downstairs who'd love to do any and everything with these guys, they don't need you."

  Sure she was right, Lexie gathered her things and went through the door. Everyone in the main room turned to look at her as she entered it. Hey eyes scanned the room and a lump formed in her throat. Most of the people from before were gone. Now the room was filled with the band, some of the guys she'd seen as she headed backstage, and Gabe. He was standing in a circle of men, laughing and drinking tequila straight from the bottle.

  "Hey, there she is! Thought you weren't coming out to join the party."

  From the knowing looks the men were giving her Lexie could tell he'd told them what happened. She, mortified, hung her head and blushed. But soon attention of the men in the room turned back to their drinks and she was seemingly forgotten. She took another deep breath and headed for the door, carefully avoiding making eye contact with anyone.

  When she was steps from freedom the door opened, and a few more people came in. Two men she'd never seen before and one of the girls she'd seen downstairs. The trio stumbled into the room and collapsed in a heap in front of one of the couches. The men started groping the girl and soon they were an undistinguishable mass of arms and legs.

  Lexie scampered back from the sight, arms up as if to protect herself. She plowed right into someone and spun around, apologizing. She almost passed out when she saw who it was. Jordan Wylde, the lead singer. He was holding a beer and grinning.

  "Hey there. Where you running off to?"